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5 Days More

5 Days More
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AUTHOR: BmblBee
RATING: Adult entertainment due to m/m sexual activity
and language.
PARING: S/X
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Conceived in the warped
hive of the BmblBee. She owns none of the characters
or products named and makes no money from their use.
WARNINGS: Character death. Boys playing with boys.
Vampire/human contact.

SUMMARY: Xander Harris is dead. Drained by a vampire in the
Longview Cemetery. When his body is discovered
his friends realize that no one has seen or heard from him
in the last five days. Willow comes up with a spell to send
someone back in time to find out how he ended up there
and possibly save his life. Spike is reluctantly recruited.



Thanks to Purpledodah for the wonderful banner.




Willow stumbled in the dark, sniffled, then hurried to catch up.
"Slow down, Buffy I can't keep up Where are we going? I thought
we were taking him back to your house."

Buffy slowed a bit to let her friend fall in beside her. She shifted the
weight in her arms and the words of an old song rang sadly through her
head. 'He ain't heavy, he's my brother.'

"No, my Mom is there and she wouldn't exactly understand. Besides
we need Giles for this. He has that small room that he uses for a wine
cellar. It's cool and dark and there should be enough room to put
the.........body."
Buffy choked on the last word then faced straight ahead and walked faster.

Willow stopped and covered her face. An overwhelming wave of
sorrow nearly drove her to her knees, but, summoning the last shred of
strength she could find, she took off at a jog and again caught up just as
Buffy entered the lower courtyard at the rear of Giles small bungalow.

Standing back, she waited as Willow pounded on the door, shouting for
Giles to come quickly and help. Almost immediately the lights came on
and the door was jerked open.

Buffy? Wil........ Oh dear Lord. What happened? Quickly bring him in.
How badly is he........"
His question was cut short at the looks of resigned horror on both the
women's faces. Gently, and lovingly, Buffy laid the body of her dear
friend on the sofa in her Watcher's living room.

The soft lights, cozy fire and comfortable surroundings belied the horrible
reality that had engulfed the room and it occupants. Willow sat on the floor
beside the man who had spent his whole life as her best friend, confidant,
and protector. They had giggled together, whispered secrets, and shared
both good times and bad.

She ran her hands down the front of his shirt smoothing out the wrinkles
before placing his hands across his chest. She flinched at the cold
stiffness in the hands that so recently held her's warmly.
Willow laid her head down on his quiet heart and sobbed.

Giles body stood frozen with shock as he look into the peaceful face
of the young man he often thought of as a son. If it weren't for the
pallor of the usually tan skin and the ugly, angry red wounds seeping
on the side of his neck, he could have thought the boy was just sleeping.

"What happened? Was he on patrol? Did you kill the vampire that did this?"

Buffy began pacing the room, wringing her hands. Helpless was not a feeling
she was able to cope with.

"I don't know why he was out there. I hadn't seen him for a few days so
he wouldn't have known we were patrolling tonight. I don't think he would
have gone out by himself but that's where he was. In the cemetery. Alone.
Willow found him."

It took a few moments before Willow realized that the silence carried an
expectation. They waited for her to explain how she had found him.
What she saw. Any information that would fill in the huge gaps in
their understanding of where things could have gone so wrong tonight.

Wiping her hand over her face only served to smear the tears and snot
Willow hoped to remove. Sitting with her back to the couch and the
body that lie there, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around
them. She tried to clear her thoughts and answered their questions with a
shake of her head.

"I don't know. Buffy and I had been out. We went to a movie, you know
just a relaxing night out. On the way home she said we should make a
quick sweep of the Long View cemetery cause it was on the way. There
really hadn't been a lot of vampire activity lately but it never hurt to check,
so, we did.

Anyway after about fifteen minutes, Buffy spotted a little gra'fl demon that
was collecting mushrooms for it's dinner and she was teasing it, like she does."

Giles gave Buffy a disapproving scowl causing her to hang her head in shame.
Willow ignored their interaction and continued with her story.
Giles disgust and Buffy's shame couldn't even raise a blip on tonight's radar.

"So I walked away. I told her she was being mean and I didn't want to
be any part of tormenting the little thing. It only wanted to feed it's family."

"We get your point Willow. Fine, I'm a bitch. Does that make you feel better?"

Giles placed a warning hand on Buffy's arm. He knew anger was her
defense mechanism and the only way she was able to deal with defeat.

At the nod of Giles head, Willow continued.
"So I was just wandering around the southern edge of the grave yard looking
for newly dug or freshly disturbed graves but everything seemed quiet.
I was headed over by that big angel statue cause there is a small bench next
to it and I was just going to sit down and wait, that's when I saw it.

Over by the crypts I could see what looked like a body. I didn't recognize
the clothes and I just walked over slowly, you know, looking all around
to make sure what ever ate him was gone. When I didn't see or hear
anything I went up to him and rolled him over. That's when I saw his face."

All three went silent and looked at the face they had known so well.
They half expected the practical joker to jump up laughing, pointing at them
and doing the snoopy dance at the trick he had just played.
But it didn't happen.

Giles pulled his glasses off and polished them absently, helping him think.
"So neither of you know why he was out there?"

Both women shook their heads. Buffy's brow crinkled as she tried to
remember the last time she had spoken to him.

"As a matter of fact I haven't seen him in almost a week. I guess I was
busy and he was working so....."

Willow interrupted.
"No, he wasn't. He lost that job and hadn't found another one. But I
guess you were just too caught up in your own life to know that."

Buffy spun around, her fists clenched at her sides.
"Me? What about you? You haven't exactly gone out of your way
to spend time with him either. When was the last time you saw him?
Huh? You didn't know he was going to be out there either."

Willow leaped to her feet and everything she had bottled up for the last
ten years came spilling out unchecked.

"So you're saying this is my fault? He would still be alive if you had
never come to Sunnydale. Right from the beginning you put his life in
danger. You knew how he felt about you and you used that, and him.
You used him as an errand boy, a gopher. Go for the donuts, go for
the spell ingredients, go for the weapons, GO GET KILLED!"

Buffy's face turned beet red, furious at hearing all the ugly things
that more than once had whispered their truths in her ear.

"That's a LIE!"

"STOP THIS!"
Giles stomped his foot and shouted to be heard over the screeching,
yelling women.

The room again fell into an uncomfortable silence.
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